My first cell phone was a pink Motorola Razr, glossy and impossibly cool for its time. It was a gift from my husband, who said, “That way we can reach each other when we’re not together.”
I’ll be honest. I did not want one. My first thought? What if I don’t want to be reached?
It took about a week before that sleek flip phone was buzzing day and night, and that was before I got into real estate. Now my life is in my phone, and my phone is within arm’s reach all Continue Reading →


